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Known As

Dahlia Adams
Angeline Moreau
Danica Durant-Knight
Nyka Kolvek di Mercurio
Desdemona Marchant

on MUX as

The Visionary

Has Been

Civil Engineer
Talent Co-ordinator
Synthetic Wrangler
Eccentric Spinster
Film Student
Provocative Oracle
Team Chaos Theory
High School Senior
Primal Oracle

Apparent Age

early 20s

Played By

Taii Gordon
Unknown Models (Carnival)
Angelina Jolie (Carnival, Project Icarus)

People Like Us (Doom Patrol Cover)

Hey, this is not a funeral

It's a revolution, after all your tears have turned to rage

Just wait, everything will be okay

Even when you're feeling like it's going down in flames

Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together

Keep your head up nothing lasts forever

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten

It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom

We are all misfits living in a world on fire

Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

Rag'n'Bone Man - Human

Maybe I'm foolish

Maybe I'm blind

Thinking I can see through this

And see what's behind

Got no way to prove it

So maybe I'm blind

But I'm only human after all

I'm only human after all

Don't put your blame on me

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

And now that you are having the time of your life

Well think twice

That's my only advice

Come on now, who do you

Who do you, who do you

Who do you think you are?

Ha ha ha, bless your soul

You really think you're in control?


I think you're crazy

I think you're crazy

I think you're crazy

Just like me

My heroes had the heart

To lose their lives out on a limb

And all I remember, is thinking

I wanna be like them

Mm hmm ever since I was little

Ever since I was little it looked like fun

And it's no coincidence I've come

And I can die when I'm done

Maybe I'm crazy

Maybe you're crazy

Maybe we're crazy


The Fixx - Are We Ourselves?

Because seen through these eyes

We lead a double life

No one would know so check it out

Stepping out, now here I go

Are we are we are we ourselves?

Are we ourselves and do we really know?

Splashdown - Karma Slave

Today, I'm a king on the wheel

Still a slave to the wheel

But this time around I'm smiling

Keep me cautious

Keep me safe

Just in case there's a chance

I can leave this wheel behind me

Stand in the middle and you won't get dizzy

Stand in the middle and you won't fall down

If you stand in the middle

You can keep your balance

Stand in the middle

While the wheel spins 'round and 'round

Neil Gaiman - Make Good Art

Life is sometimes hard.

Things go wrong,

in life

and in love

and in business

and in friendship

and in health

and in all the other ways

that life can go wrong.

And when things get tough,

this is what you should do.

Make good art.

I'm serious.

Husband runs off with a politician?

Make good art.

Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor?

Make good art.

IRS on your trail?

Make good art.

Cat exploded?

Make good art.

Somebody on the Internet thinks what you're doing

is stupid

or evil

or it's all been done before?

Make good art.

Probably things will work out somehow;

eventually time will take the sting away,

but that doesn't even matter.

Do what only you do best.

Make good art.

Make it on the bad days;

make it on the good days too.


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"As I thought of these things, I drew aside the curtains and looked out into the darkness, and it seemed to my troubled fancy that all those little points of light filling the sky were the furnaces of innumerable divine alchemists, who labour continually, turning lead into gold, weariness into ecstasy, bodies into souls, the darkness into God; and at their perfect labour my mortality grew heavy, and I cried out, as so many dreamers and men of letters in our age have cried, for the birth of that elaborate spiritual beauty which could alone uplift souls weighted with so many dreams."
- W. B. Yeats, Rosa Alchemica

See through the clutter and the hazy confusion of life to spot the real problem. Look long enough and maybe the solution will become equally clear. Turn off the the noise of the world and work the problem. It just takes a little creative thinking. Thinking outside of the box. The right idea at the right time.

Be the spark; start a blaze.

Imagine better, and change the whole damn world.

Imagination wrapped in flesh.

Her core purpose is to create and inspire, as she sees what others do not, and cannot.

What she creates -- a new invention, art, philosophy, trends, mystical faith, knowledge, a dystopian nightmare -- varies dramatically from tale to tale, but she is always a muse and at the whims of one or more at once.

Everything can be so much more. You see bigger ideas and potential in everything, and you do your best to realize those dreams. Innovate. Change the world.

In the Facility

Facility Persona

The Visionary comes across as a flighty, likely neurotic hippie chick in the Facility. She does not, thankfully, reek of patchouli or anything else.

The name she ended up choosing (as described below under 'The Name Book') was 'Cassandra', and she stuck with it. ("I can foresee only doom", indeed.) She'll respond to Dahlia, Pandora, Angeline, Ange, Angel, Cassandra, Cass, or Cassie without a hitch, but appears to prefer Cassandra or its derivatives, despite its connotations. She claims it keeps her 'grounded', not that she ever much seems to be grounded at all, so what she means by this is unclear at best.

Things That Linger

Blind Spot
There will always be something she doesn't see. In one story, it may be romantic bonds or advances; in another, she may fall for any lie, or be unable to read the mood of a room. It's the price of otherwise seeing things other people often don't; something has to give.
Accent/No Accent
In every role, the Visionary has some sort of accent or speech affectation. In the Facility, she speaks flawless 'Broadcast English', as though whatever accent she may once have had has been intentionally obliterated.
The Breaking Point
When someone has a lot of wild ideas, sometimes the line between the good ones and the bad or dangerous ones blurs. Sometimes this works out, and sometimes it doesn't. In every case, there will be a turning point when creative or novel starts veering into risky, insane, dangerous, or totally uncharted territory probably full of ravenous grue. She is not good at recognizing this line. Really not good at it.
Isle of Dread
"We could just float all the corpses on rafts back to the mainland?"
"You can make cement out of bones, you know."
Alien Mutation
...I can reprogram my own brain? SWEET!
Prosperity's Price
"I could offer to read His cards."
"What's to stop us from naming Mr. Fell our champion?"
"...maybe an angel will help."
"Just a brief chat with Zeb!"
...everything except Oz and that bikini. She will defend that bikini to the grave as a brilliant distraction.
Project Icarus
Accepting that mission. After that, everything else was simply pre-ordained, wholly justified, or a really good idea.

The Visionary's Door

A young woman sitting on a rock by the water, one foot in. She looks up at the night sky. Overhead are stars that make patterns and symbols that seem to change every time you look. There is always a single shooting star somewhere among them.

The Visionary's Room

The room is nothing if not surreal. Every inch of the walls is painted, as are the closets and furnishings inset into them. The ceiling is a sprawl reminiscent of Van Gogh's 'Starry Night', but as it descends toward the earth, it is not a tranquil village by night that arises from the level of the floor, but a chaotic jumble of scenes from around the world that somehow flow into one another. All are images of places in various stages of impending disaster. Amidst the whorls of stars and sky are an endless series of stylized eyes, subtly peering out from between the layers of paint.

The furnishings are eclectic, but their collage of styles creates a visually appealing whole in vivid colors, lush textures, and a dizzying array of motifs. In one corner is a massive drafting table spattered in paint and smudges of charcoal, but there is no paper, and there are no tools or media with which someone might work. The bed is a nest of blankets and pillows in opulent jewel tones, never made.

After the events of Alien Mutation, the 'stars' on the walls have a new accent: in glow-in-the-dark paint, each has a whirl of zeros and ones swirling into, or out of, them that fade into the remainder of the mural. These remain visible any time the lights are off, and she wakes to them every morning. (This is what she saw while 'dead' briefly in Prosperity, and did not understand as Angeline. She recognized this instantly upon waking.)
The door to the Visionary's room is always locked, whether she is inside or out of the room. The lock is tricksy, however: it only works for some people, and not for others. She does not get any say over this -- consciously, at least -- and there are times the room will lock her out in the common area during normal waking hours, though this is rare. She may even need to ask someone else who can open it to open the door for her, or be stuck out of the room until someone does, or the Facility resets for the 'night'.
Just another reason the Visionary and her room are not friends.
(If your character is one of the folks who bypasses the lock, I'll let you know OOC.)
Hidden Places
The room is like an incredibly twisted Advent calendar. Behind certain motifs and designs on the walls, which appear to be tiled in a large mosaic of wood panels beneath the mural, there are cabinets containing a variety of things she might find useful. Since she hates even looking at the walls, the kind of inspection required to find them -- let alone means of opening them -- has more or less escaped her notice until recently.
Found thus far:
  • Acrylic paint and brushes behind the depiction of a constellation on the wall behind her bed. As yet, there is no sign of canvas or any other traditionally appropriate surface to paint on. Any surface not designed for this purpose resets daily like the remainder of the room, erasing any work she may attempt.

Memento Mori

Isle of Dread

Jack's Rabbit: A small stuffed rabbit. In addition to the usual wear and tear on and old child's toy, the fabric is smudged with dirt and stained with what appears to be fresh blood that does not dry or fade.

Alien Mutation

A simple platinum band, suspended from a necklace-length silver chain.

Prosperity's Price

An elaborate ceremonial sword and sheath, emblazoned with the initial 'M'. Through the leather lacing, a polished deputy badge has been pinned so as not to disturb the leatherwork. The blade within is fine, and clearly old, though it has more recent nicks and scuffs to indicate some harsh use for which weapons of its kind were never truly designed. Like all edged weapons and tools in the Facility, the blade is blunted and will not cut.


Her colorful anodized titanium wedding ring, which is so, so very 80s. Additionally, traces of the Lichtenberg Figure scarring from being zorched out a window by The Freak appear to run down along her left arm from shoulder to wrist, and another fern-like spray of them is present at her right hip.


No memento mori from this story yet.

Project Icarus

Nyka's lab coat, which was the one part of her uniform she typically wore. It has her Penumbra ID badge tacked to it, with her last name scribbled out in sharpie, and 'di Mercurio' written in below the scribble. The lapels of the coat have collected a baffling enough collection of clutter to make it seem like the lab might have been running a theme restaurant. There are twenty six safety pins of various age and size. Some pin down a variety of things: an embroidered smiley face patch, a folded piece of duct tape, a ring made of duct tape, and a ring matching the one contained in Bon-Vivant's box. There is a heart cut out of duct tape slapped down on the opposite lapel, around which atomic rings have been drawn in sharpie. Tucked in one pocket is a battered, positively ancient journal, in which notes have been collected in many hands, with 'The Primer' inscribed in elegant calligraphy on the cover.

Physically, she returned to the Facility still bearing her Pegasus tattoo.

Bonds of Blood

No memento mori from this story yet.

The Last Road

No memento mori from this story yet.


First Thought
Every single time Visionary wakes for the first time after a story in the Facility, her first thought is: This is just like college. It doesn't matter what came before, it doesn't matter that she'll recognize she's thought precisely this before and none of those story experiences match, this will always be her first thought.
The Name Book
During the first interlude in the Facility after the events of Isle of Dread, the way the place seemed to know them all so well did not go unnoticed. In combination with all the wondering about their real identities, she came up with a peculiar notion: to pick a book of baby names off the shelf, open it to a random page, and point at a name.
If the place knew them 'so well', perhaps the name they found would actually be theirs -- as the Facility itself would 'know', and what seemed random might not be random at all.
The logic behind this was not explained to anyone IC because she was certain they were all being somehow observed, and explaining the idea might cause whoever was observing them to course-correct and prevent this somehow, if it was occurring at all.
She would have approached everyone she could with the request to flip through the book and 'randomly' point at a name, and to simply remember it for later during the first interlude, so feel free to have been approached and have picked a name to remember via this method if your character was there during that time.


The Original (Taii Gordon)

As Dahlia Adams in Isle of Dread, and in the Facility after.
As Pandora in Alien: Mutation, and in the Facility after.
As Angeline Moreau in Prosperity's Price, and in the Facility after.
As Danica Durant-Knight, and in the Facility after.
As Selene Moreau (one face of many) in Carnival.

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The Runt (π•Ήπ–†π–™π–π–†π–‘π–Žπ–Š)

Her most common face from Carnival, appearing in the Facility immediately afterward.


The Crazy One (Angelina Jolie, current)

Her 'going to town' face from Carnival (as a prim brunette) later in the story.
As a blonde in Project Icarus, and in the Facility afterward.

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In the facility, she is arguably more herself... whoever that is. With her eclectic mix of features, suggesting a chaotic hodge-podge of ethnic ancestry, she could be from almost anywhere. There's no accent to steer the impression further toward any answers. Her skin is a rich shade of light bronze, and dappled with enough freckles to make an Irish lass proud. It might explain the copper and auburn highlights in her dark hair, which erupts into a riot of airy curls in a mane around her head. Her features are lovely, from her pale grey eyes to her elegant bone structure, though she seems utterly unaware of this bit of seemingly useless trivia. Tall and slender, she's got curves in all the right places, if you can find them under the boho chic hippie garb, all loose and flowing, and either ornamented with glittering embroidery or hand-painted washes like watercolor in dye.

Roving Blanket Fort
For a time, after the end of the events of Alien Mutation, she was something of a roving blanket fort. (Thankfully, she got over it.) Envision a bedspread like this so voluminous it trails behind her, with a face peering out from beneath a makeshift hood, bare feet, and usually a trail of clove smoke following along after, and you're in the right ballpark. If there's anything under it or not? Who knows, maybe better not to wonder, she could be hiding cyborg parts under there for all the world knows. It covers three times more than her dresses do, so it's something of a moot point either way.


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Rafe πŸ—οΈ

I remember Adam. I remember Charlie. He was sweet; we all adored him. Isaac threw me for a loop, then blew my mind with strawberries and swords.

Something about him makes me calm, and reminds me I'm alive; need to hold on to that. He can get into the room, and I still don't know why that is exactly. Reminds me I'm human; it's necessary right now. Is the first to say it when the emperor has no clothes; first round draft pick if ever I decide to become an Evil Overlord. Fellow roving blanket monster. Has always been a hero, at least to me. Gods help anyone who ever tries to harm so much as a hair on his head. My person, sideways-8. Gets it; gets me -- in every possible sense.


Sister Zen πŸ—οΈ

Not Madison, though it's how I remember her; I think she knew one of my sisters the second time around. I still am not sure what she goes by here, but she's always been kind. Tempted to call her 'Zen'. Calm, even when things are on fire. Was the first here, somewhat before Jonas and me. Jonas isn't here any longer; I'm glad she is. Has been my sister now, and something about that feels right.


Sister Shadow πŸ—οΈ

We seem to have more in common than I might have thought. She is absolutely herself in a way I secretly envy, and is not afraid of being herself.



Completely unexpected and needs a more effusive expletive than Heck, even if I'll probably always call him that. So grateful and sorry at once you're here. Frustration on feet in the form of an unexpectedly solid ghost who wears Angeline's heaven's ceiling on his sleeve. All the poking, lectures, and sighing. (Also wanting to curl up with and/or bite, but I'll never admit that out loud.)


Mister Mister

A natural leader, no matter what face he's wearing. Just needs to own it more. Still a small struggle to not want to punch 'Mister Driscoll', but it'll pass; everything does. Knowing why helps; remembering it wasn't real goes a lot farther. Always a Mister Something. Has thankfully escaped the episode of Scooby Doo.



Chance. Easiest, since Chance was first. I remember him, from all three lives, thus far.



Clothes covered in paint. When he calms some, I imagine we may get along famously.

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Gone now. I keep staring at that door, but the room is empty. I try not to think about what might have happened.


Brother Sam

While I may have known him as Tommy, and as Chief Chong, he's Sam. Sam, my brother. It's surprising how often we come to similar conclusions from entirely different directions. A grounding influence, and one is needed. Gone now, and missed.


The Healer

New and gone again. Admirably did not freak out completely.


The Deviant

New and gone. Did not freak out completely. Was curious like we all were, at first.



Moral Support
Wannabe Boyfriend

You were always there, and I never saw you once. I'm not supposed to be that blind.



Eclipse Concierge

I thought I saw you once? But no more.



Disgrace to Humanity
"Retired" Project Lead

Shut up already, please.


Hal Pullman (Isle of Dread)

Tech Prodigy
Hal is the genius behind the solar tech. As someone with too many ideas and not much direction, Dahlia helped give him a big break and helps steer him toward projects intended to focus on the greater good, rather than get roped into weapons tech and the military industrial complex.


Heather Marks (Isle of Dread)

Cat Herder
She really did have dreams, once. Ideals. Ideas. This is way better than it could be, but these kids are all such... kids. When did she become "MOM"? She's not that old. She's just not that old. There is not enough booze in the world for this gig, even if it aligns with her ideals. In her day, people organized and protested and then went to a bar. Now, they're all on an island and there's money flying around with more zeroes at the end and before the decimal point than she ever expected to see in her life.

It is a party. She is going to party. She needs a drink.


Jack Morgan (Isle of Dread)

Moral Support
Wannabe Boyfriend

They've been best friends since, aw, who even remembers. Three? Five? Somewhere in there, long enough ago they can still point to each other's scars from skinned knees from the first try riding a bike, or that fight in high school that got them both stuck in detention. Dahlia was a misfit, and so was he: big as a truck and roughly as clever as a spare tire. His heart was always in the right place, and sooner or later, she may as well have owned it, and the whole world revolved around her. They stuck up for each other from day one, and were inseparable ever since. He even followed her to college... not that he attended.

Not that she ever noticed.

She is the only one who doesn't notice. Dogs notice.

Some day, they will live happily ever after. That's his whole plan. It may take a suit of armor and a white horse to get the point across, but he'll never stop trying.


Adlai Kolvek (Alien Mutation)

Disgrace to Humanity
"Retired" Project Lead

He messed up.


He's also human. Very, very human.

Adlai Kolvek was the lead on a colony project for Weyland-Yutani roughly a decade ago. Initial scans and an extensive survey proved promising enough to land and start waking colonists. It was only after they got on the ground that they encountered a unique species of flora that proved unexpectedly deadly during their fertile season. The colonists settled in that region, the expeditionary team, and the botany team, were a total loss. Only the colonists readying to settle in a different region and the ship's core crew made it off the planet, leaving only a fraction of the expedition on the whole alive. While this outcome could not have been predicted, the blame has to go somewhere. Even if by law, he's in the clear, that's not public sentiment, and not his own.


Mia (Alien Mutation)

Body Double
Tech Specialist

The quiet one. The technical one. The shy one, but likely the most companionable among fellow technically-minded characters. The seeming mouse in a trio of triplet tigers.



Kira (Alien Mutation)

Body Double

The muscle of the trio, though she looks identical to her 'sisters'.



Fleurette Montrose (Prosperity's Price)

Runaway Socialite
Fleurette -- typically, just 'Fleur' -- grew up a sickly child in a very wealthy household in New Orleans. Her family was the creme of the crop of fashionable society, and while she had the best of everything fed to her on a gilded spoon, she was a lonely child. She often would watch her older brother adventure out of doors, and pined for the chance to do the same.

The only other girl of her age permitted in the house was Angeline, her mother's lady's maid's daughter, and the two formed a quick friendship. Unwilling to deny their child anything -- but the risk of infection from other children -- they allowed the friendship to flower, and the two girls became utterly inseparable. They attended lessons with the tutors and governesses together, played together, and shared a room, with the general understanding that when Fleur eventually married, Angeline would take on a role similar to that of her mother's, as Fleur's lady's maid.

Things didn't quite work out that way. Perhaps it was because she was raised in such isolation, perhaps it was because she had otherwise been horribly spoiled, but when it was time for her 'coming out' to society -- late, due to an overabundance of caution on the part of her now-recovered health -- she was, in a word, unimpressed. All of the things she'd been told to look forward to suddenly seemed a terrible disappointment. The gentlemen were hardly gentle and she had a hard time considering most of them manly, either.

Between them, Fleur and Angeline found subtle ways to dissuade the various unsuitable suitors for a handful of years, until the pickings were even more slim. Around the same time, Angeline was called back to Prosperity, no longer able to resist the call of the blood after her mother, and the few protections she could afford, had passed.

After she was down to the last 'suitable' option, alone, Fleur had enough. She snatched up her jewelry, packed a case of some of her things, and ran for it on what was to be the eve of her arranged nuptials, headed for Prosperity to join her lifelong friend.

Despite being wholly unaccustomed to real labor, she took to the lifestyle well. The freedom she found was what she had never realized she had been missing, and her charm and enthusiasm, as well as her fine manners, keep her from being considered a burden.

Between Wendigo and weddings, to make a long story short, she'll take her chances with the Wendigo.

OOC Note: Explorer, and obviously The Director have full blanket permission to run this SR as they wish.


Colt Buckner (Prosperity's Price)

Would-Be Suitor
...the would-be suitor. Angeline, Fleur, that pretty face down at the tavern -- he ain't so picky when it comes to pretty faces.

Is that really his name? Really? He had to have made that up, right? (Yes, yes he did. No, he'll never admit, even under pain of death, that it's really Marion Herbert Frimpton. He doesn't actually remember this, anyway.)

He didn't start out as a stereotype of the dashing, headstrong cowboy, but it isn't impossible to see how he ended up there. Marion Herbert Frimpton was, once, a meek and mild-mannered journalist in Baltimore who wrote the weekly column about the West under the pseudonym 'Colt Buckner', which he felt had just the right flair. Most of his reporting was wildly speculative and overly romanticized, as he'd never actually been any further west than Washington, D.C.

He was well-mannered, great with words, and had even taught himself to shoot -- pretty well, considering, but he was miles from being the classic idealized figure he wrote about, never quite realizing they didn't actually exist. When finally assigned a story that would require him to cover the completion of an essential portion of the railways that would open up new routes westward, he was elated to go -- until he got there.

The disillusionment was epic. It was dirty, dusty, unpleasant, full of diseases not as prevalent on the East Coast, and a seemingly endless series of critters and varmints that wanted to kill him. He turned to drink, and then, one night deep in his cups after having sent his story via telegraph with the last of his funds, Marion Herbert Frimpton got kicked in the head by a surly mule. One of the varmints finally got Marion Herbert Frimpton, rattling his skull hard enough to leave only the notion of Colt Buckner behind. After all, it was the name on the transcript still in his hand, and it's all he really had to work with.

Since then, he's embraced this new self, not at all aware of its newness. For all anyone outside of Baltimore knew, Colt Buckner had been real -- if an idiot -- and there was no meek and mild-mannered Frimpton. He worked odd jobs, as a handyman, as a farm hand, as a cowboy, and over the next few years, started to become the kind of man he'd always written about, still blissfully ignorant of how unrealistic his notion of it all is.

OOC Note: Fool, Deviant, Explorer, and obviously The Director have full blanket permission to run this SR as they wish.


Phinneas Flynn (Prosperity's Price)

Former Snake Oil Salesman
Former scum. Still wants to be scum. Is vaguely annoyed he isn't allowed to be scum.

Phinneas Flynn has had turns at a variety of scams in his day. He could sell damned near anything, he said, and it really was true. Well water with salt as a cure-all, 'water from the holy land' which came from a local hot spring with an unpleasant metallic taste, bits of skeletons he dug up or stumbled across in his travels as 'holy relics of the saints' and scraps of weathered cotton as fragments of the Virgin's veil. He could sell them all, certainly, and he did.

One particular corpse took some umbrage at this, and began causing trouble for the man. More and more, things went missing, vials exploded in patron's hands, nightmares plagued him. Only after running into Angeline did he realize he needed to do right by this particular member of the dead -- and likely not trouble any of the rest further. It cost him dearly, but he still had his life.

He owes her, and he doesn't like it. He was happy enough with his former life, and grouses about the loss of revenue on the regular.


Sasha Savage (Slasher)

Film Student
Former Porn Starlet

Sasha Savage -- yes, that's really her given name -- was an up and coming porn starlet known as 'Crystal Lake' before she got sick of the bullshit and decided she wanted to direct.

She's actually not bad! More talent behind the camera than in front of it, and a pragmatism that serves her fairly well. She's feelin' the retro vibe and looks like she fell out of the 1950s, just with a lot more Aqua Net going on.

It's little wonder she hangs around with Danica; their shared understanding of idiots shoving cameras in their faces at inopportune moments provides ample reason to bond.


Nicholas Fletcher (Slasher)

College Student
Band Keyboard Player

Nicholas Fletcher -- Nicholas, or Nick, never 'Nicky' -- was a musical prodigy as a kid. Also, adorable. On a lark, his budding stage mother shopped him out to a cattle call audition for a boy band in Los Angeles, which started his musical career at the age of eleven as 'Little Nicky Fresh', the 'young, sweet one' in the formulaic boy band Where The Boys Are. After the agent responsible for putting the band together realized he was more or less allergic to girls rather than simply skittish around them, she arranged to have her boyfriend's daughter -- Danica Durant, then a young model starting a career with similar reluctance -- 'date him' in an NDA-protected arrangement for mutual publicity. The two 'split' with similarly concocted dramatics when he was 18, the very moment he could legally make his own call on the matter, but the two have remained on good terms since.

When it came time for college, he took what money he could wrestle away from his mother -- which wasn't much after all the legal battles -- and went back to serious study of the piano and an intent to be a serious performer with a relatively quiet private life, emphasis on the private part.


Dubheasa "Fox" DeoradhΓ‘n (Carnival)

Cult Member, Dancer, Priestess
Cult member. Serves as priestess to the cult. She is one of the dancers in the troupe, and typically performs during the day.


Milton Tanner (Carnival)

Cult Member, Tattoo Artist
Cult member. Tattoo artist.

He views the world through a painfully twisted lens, and reworked the whole of his skin to 'fit in' with the way he sees others, cursed with a psychopomp's sight. In his eyes, it is the only way to not be a freak, even if the rest of the world is quite the opposite.

But Gods are a little different. Goddesses, too. Especially those who seem to exist in astronomical time. Urania may be faded, and she may be translucent skin stretched like parchment over bone, but the pinpoints of light that radiate from her are a thing he cannot help but see as well. She is a palpable reminder to him that even in death, there is light, there is love, and there is acceptance. It is a hope he clings to out of desperate need; she is the literal light he found at the end of a seemingly endless dark tunnel. As a result, he is extraordinarily devoted, despite being the one soul in the flock that cannot ever perceive her physical beauty as the others do.

He designed the tattoo for the others who follow her, and does the work himself when they are accepted into the fold. If Fox is her high priestess, he is her right hand in a far more subtle way: he has taken it on himself to chronicle her 'miracles' and the stories of the cult's travels in a series of journals he keeps jealously guarded, as an ongoing record of their living story as it happens, interspersed with sketches, quotes, scraps of poetry, and the errant photograph or article from a local newspaper.


Kamilla Galli (Carnival)

Fortune Teller's Assistant, Dancer
Assists during the day doing readings with 'Selene'. She is one of the dancers in the troupe, and typically performs during the night.


Kenna Murdock (Project Icarus)

Human Resources Lackey
Mission Documentarian

Kenna Murdock was a medium-level Human Resources specialist: counseling the crazies and trying to get them to at least make some vague attempt at toeing the company line. Lucky Kenna, she got assigned to the Kolvek twins -- individually and as a pair -- so many times they became her permanent assignment. Officially, she is their 'oversight'.

That's just not really how it worked out. Turns out, Kenna was fantastic at her job because she wasn't exactly a corporate soul herself. She just knew the way to fake it, and well. It didn't take much for her to become friends with the twins, and one or the other often enough refers to her as their girlfriend ('the girlfriend', generally) seriously enough for there to clearly be something to it. She lets them think they're stealing her back and forth; it keeps them busy, keeps her amused, fewer things explode in the lab, and nobody has to write lengthy HR reports in triplicate. Everyone wins!

Sure, she could go back to earth and get some cushy gig with fancy clothes and a spectacular penthouse view, but why? Kenna is the least bored woman in the universe. So far as she is concerned, she has won at life. (Player Note: Her landing brawn roll: ROLL Nyka rolls 4d8 for: [8]: x4 (Set) -- Match Value: 4 (Raw: 8 8 8 8 -- d8) -- I think she might have used up all her winning at life here. Stay tuned!)

In addition to her usual role as Twin Patrol (aka 'Disaster Management'), she's been tasked by Penumbra to do interviews with the team in idle moments, and take footage of some of the team, PR-friendly aspects of their discoveries, and gather up quotes, photos, and other materials meant to make the company look extra shiny if the mission goes off like a charm and they need to recruit more company assets to expand their footprint next door to this end of the universe's kitchen sink drain with garbage disposal.


Alyssa Laine (Bonds of Blood)

High School Senior
...that girl from summer camp. Whyyyyyyyyy did she have to move here?


Stan Slipinski (Bonds of Blood)

Vice Principal
Detention Monitor
Useful Idiot

I have no idea yet, but this is totally happening.


Kell (The Last Road)

Translator for Kez. Sidekick SR.


Rook (The Last Road)

Seige Engineer/Defenses
Useful SR; Savvy. Designs defensive structures and systems for home base. Former brawler.


Dahlia Adams (Isle of Dread)

As a mixed kid you never fit in very well with either side. You got a good education, learned to stand on your own and make things happen for yourself, and now you want to change the world. You just might do it, too. You (along with a more technically-minded friend) have designed a new solar power system that is sixty-percent more efficient than anything on the market today at a third of the cost. It could completely modernize the third world in a matter of a few years and greatly reduce the carbon footprint. It's the bleeding edge of energy.

Madison Wellson hired you guys to power the month-long music festival she and her brother are running on an utterly unsettled island. There's nothing modern there - no running water, no sewage, no power. You guys are making it happen. It's been rough in spots, things can get frustrating when you have zero infrastructure to work with, but it's exactly what you'd be facing if this all goes out into the world, so it's really the ideal proving ground. Keep the lights and music on for a few hundred rich kids for thirty days and Wellson will provide all the capital you need to launch the company.

She brought the kid, and the kid's minder. She'll never admit Heather is her minder, too, if she even realizes as much. The kid is the actual technical genius responsible for the solar system; he just needs direction, and he needs a lot of it. Of course Jack came with her, because Dahlia without Jack would be like Dahlia without her shadow, and vice versa. The three of them seem intent on having as much fun as they aim to work, which is a source of seemingly endless frustration. This is not a vacation! ...for them. They are all in one hut. This is vastly disappointing to everyone but Dahlia, who doesn't notice the sort of problems inherent to this housing option.

The benefit of never fitting in is that if you don't fit in among the normal world, not fitting in amongst the rich and self-absorbed isn't very different. There's a curious sort of equilibrium that comes with that. Besides, what better sales pitch can there be than, "You own enough of the world to give half a damn about how well it works, right?" (There are much better sales pitches, but it's marginally better than harshing the mood with pictures of starving children.)


Pandora (Alien Mutation)

You began Synthetic life as Julia, one of a line of hospitality Synthetics intentionally designed to be ethnically ambiguous but familiar. People see what they want to see in the line's features, putting them more at ease. You, however, were purchased to be an exotic entertainer on a commercial hub station, a job that you were spectacularly bad at. They cut you loose and you went indie, renaming yourself Pandora and taking care of yourself for a time while starting a movement for Synthetic rights. You tried the dancer/escort thing a second time on the Noc, hired by Venus, but it still didn't take. One dedicated client doesn't really cut it for the rent on a work unit. She liked you, though, and helped set you up as talent manager for the resort/casino, which is a much better fit. You've been working in that role ever since, and finding other independent Synthetics to bring into your cause on the side, like Ramona.

The client -- a disgraced, "retired" project lead -- stuck around, even with her change of profession. He would spoil her, but there are precious few things he could provide that she could ever want. Ultimately, he commissioned a pair of 'sisters' for her with different skillsets and models beneath the surface, but her same appearance. How, exactly, she earned such devotion is not immediately clear. The four of them may be the only ones in the universe that don't find this especially creepy.


Angeline Moreau (Prosperity's Price)

Angeline is Jack's daughter by one Evangeline Moreau, a diviner from New Orleans who received visions that drew her to Prosperity during the Reaping over a period of three years. Unfortunately for Evangeline, she was a virgin oracle -- and getting pregnant cut off her relationship to her powers, or so she claimed.

Her daughter, Angeline, both of the blood and inheritor of her mother's gift, has returned to Prosperity, drawn by both blood and revelation, to take on her mother's former role, contrary to her father's wishes. He got them out, and didn't want to see either of them back in town, especially not his daughter.

Known publicly as a dedicated spinster, she's as strange a mix of prude and progressive as it comes, and has been undertaking the education of the the girls in Prosperity. Socially prim and prudish, she's typically seen wearing simple garb, and never skirts or corsetry. Raised speaking French in the household where her mother sought employment after her former profession became impossible, her accent is peculiar to a fault.


Danica Durant-Knight (Slasher)

Daddy helped make MTV what it is. Mommy was a model. Money? Oh, yeah. The tabloids love her, and she's too flaky to stay out of them for doing incredibly ditzy romantic nonsense or getting caught in the midst of scandals with rock stars old enough to be her parents who promptly forget she exists the moment they go into rehab. Once in a while, she gets a writeup as a trendsetter or style-maker, which she's actually pretty damned good at.

Well, before. She behaves, now, or it's back to living with her mother in London, where she more or less grew up. She wants to show Dad she has the best idea ever: reality TV! Ever, totally. Please don't make her go back to being pretty for a living! She's too smart for that! (No, she really isn't.) She is totally going to kick this college thing's ass with her bestest boyfriend brand new husband ever's help (Fool). He keeps her out of trouble, which is often a full time job. They recently married -- supposedly in secret -- before Derek (Confidant) found out and leaked the news to the tabloids for the big bucks and the bonus spite. (OMG!!!)

She means well. It doesn't help.


Urania (Carnival)

Urania is a peculiar collection of contrasts and confusion. That she makes any sense at all is a small miracle unto itself. Not even the scholars can decide who she mothered, or by what father; is it any surprise that sense of being disconnected from the typical bonds of family? She is the eldest of the muses -- and the youngest. There are resonances, to be sure, but as the confusion itself predated this incarnation of her, it all became an intrinsic part of her as well, abstracting her further from any semblance of normalcy.

No one can make up their minds, and everyone from the Greeks and Romans to Christian scholars and Romantic poets have tried to define and redefine her.

As if she needed any other reason to not be grounded.

The very nature of the muses rendered them flighty at best, chasing one brave soul or clever hand or mind to inspire after the next in a mad dash. She is little different in this respect, save for the strange lack of urgency or frenzied rush that comes from perceiving time in a far less human way: she knows the view from the stars, and some part of her will always exist within that sense of astronomical time. Geological time's got nothing on that one.

She observes the world as she understands the stars: a series of cycles interrupted by chaos that is still predictable often enough, if you're only paying attention. Patterns are everywhere, echoing through time and space from the smallest atom to the grandest expanse of a galaxy, and she knows them well. When they appear, she pays sharp attention. A more modern mind would liken it to a thorough understanding of the workings of a vast machine: knowing which gears are turning when, how to keep them moving smoothly, or throw a spanner in the works at just the right time to prevent or cause disaster.

Abstractly, she has an understanding that these changes are outpacing her ability to comprehend them. In a sense, the world is speeding up. The machine she knew so intimately is moving at the same pace out there, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to translate all the echoes, signs, and symbols quickly enough to keep pace with the rapid changes brought by technological progress on the ground. At the same time, these changes fascinate her, as so many new discoveries are leading people to look to the stars again.

If she plays her cards just right, there is a way. She knows it.

...and if not, maybe there will be a new home out there.

Coming to America

She came on the waves, and she came early. More accurately, she came in the aspirations and fears of sailors charting the first paths to the new world, so many of whom -- being a superstitious lot -- whispered her name and asked for guidance and inspiration as they charted their way across the Atlantic by the stars over head. She was surely not alone in this, as they whispered many a name, every god and monster of the deep, the wind, the sky, fate, and fortune alongside her own. It kept her in good company, then, skipping from island to island like a stone, until they reached the shores of what would later become America.

Starting anew on the mainland, it transformed into a far more lonely beginning, and she haunted the coast like many of those same sailors and the ones that came to settle with them, and many of their superstitions became her own. Soon enough she learned the lay of this new land while only ever looking up.

Then came the missionaries, some whispering her name to suit their own purposes, likening the purity of her aura of universal love, a view of reality bestowed on her by the heavens themselves, and the creative fire of inspiration to the Holy Spirit of the Trinity they represented. She found little comfort in such spaces; the view from above the world of men the stars reflected back to her bared the hypocrisy of it all: using the name and mien of a muse to abolish the original powers where they spread, all in the name of a God she bore no relation to whatsoever. To these, she whispered the truth of her syncretization, and bade them do the same wherever she might.

She was bound to that flame all the same, and found it fed and starved her at once. It was enough to survive.

(To be continued.)

Evolution: The Stars

'When you want to know your future, look to the stars!' (astrology); 'when you see the future of humanity hundreds of years from now, look to the stars!' (space exploration); 'when you look at the potential for human achievement WHILE REMAINING HUMBLE ABOUT HOW SMALL YOU ARE IN THE GREAT BIG UNIVERSE, look to the stars!' ('what's out there?'/'are we alone out there?')

  • Starting to divine and send horoscopes by wire under a pen name to news outlets. One of her prior efforts likely would have been this: and she would be encouraging other writers and former spiritualists to learn it and make this the common horoscope thing we see in most publications today, along with the common practice of doing someone's natal chart/etc.
  • Working with Kolvek and Goddard to encourage the development of their rocketry and technology with a focus on getting to the moon and beyond rather than applying their tech to weapons of war alone. Her image and name is on the Naval Observatory seal along with a quote from the previously linked work, interestingly enough, to this day, so working with them is also an option here to encourage their continued efforts.
  • Inspiring sci-fi authors and artists to continue their work, and inspiring other creatives to consider writing speculative fiction/theory/creations involving exploration of space, life beyond earth (with or without alien species), etc.

Nyka Kolvek di Mercurio (Project Icarus)

"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

― Rob Siltanen

"Just imagine how awful it might have been if we'd been at all competent."

- Good Omens

The twins are useful. Geniuses, each in their own right, and the sort of hellion prodigies people never want to admit they actually need. Always equal trouble to their worth. They come from a long line of crackpots, but it's a line that's been tied to the stars and space travel since the days of Goddard's first rocket tests in Roswell, and to its fair share of spectacular successes and failures. Rumor has it their great uncle, Adlai Kolvek, was one of those present in the Noc disaster a hundred years ago, trying and failing to warn of the dangers of Weyland-Yutani's belief in the expendability of human assets until it was too late. He'd seen it first hand, and the twins have seen the scratchy, static-riddled transmission from his security synth's feed in the moments before he used a suicide vest to blow himself and a towering metamorph queen to nothing more than a brilliant flare of white. Call it a curse, call it fate, call it karma, it is ultimately who they are: a flash of brilliance, and then the dark.

Legacy is real. Nyka is too aware of it. As much as her line has always looked to the stars, claiming to be guided under the wing of the stars themselves and assured they would make their mark on the cosmos at large, she knows what that legacy has entailed over the last 200+ years. For every triumph, a disaster; for every world-altering breakthrough, a painful lesson learned at great cost -- and, ultimately, for every act of selflessness or heroism, a headstone. They've always been "kooks" to most, always ahead of the curve, but like surfing a wave, there's only so far ahead to go before the crash causes a loss of control. As reckless and impulsive as the twins are, Nyka is painfully aware of this truth -- she just loses sight of it from time to time. It's not like she doesn't know the risk. It's that sometimes, you still have to take it, if you really believe it's the right call.

The theory lab looks like a grand scale game of Mousetrap, potentially lethal. It is hard to tell if anything actually does anything interesting, and neither of the twins is talking. Despite a relatively long record of success for Penumbra, their behavioral issues led to a 'minder' being assigned to the pair with counseling experience. Proving they have relatively nil respect for the corporation's intentions, both claim she's their girlfriend and take turns stealing her from the other. (She doesn't mind, and has come around to their way of thinking. That's right: they converted their minder. She is the least bored woman in the universe and knows it. She's having a blast.)

TD says: For our crazed twins I'm thinking Chaos Theory. Theoretical Science. You don't need to invent anything or spout equations - rolls can do the dirty work. We'll chat.


Desdemona Marchant (Bonds of Blood)

Family black sheep, in that she's more fond of being behind the scenes than a 'public face' in a family very keen on making an impression and flaunting their position on the social ladder. Though she isn't much inclined to do embarrassing or reckless things in public view, she isn't keen on drawing much attention to herself or her positive accomplishments, either. Attention draws scrutiny; scrutiny just gets people too involved in your personal business, which means it is anything but personal for long.

Steadfastly refuses to act like a lady or wear a dress unless it's at gunpoint... or useful. Or funny. Unfortunately for her, it's often one of these things, and the frequency rises the older she gets. This observation isn't lost on her at all, and she's keenly aware that the 'freedom' that comes with graduation and heading off to college is 50% idealistic fiction, 30% utter bullshit, and 15% heartbreak waiting to happen when it all turns out to be a sham. Hitting that remaining 5% takes foresight, planning, determination, and the kind of real work no one expects from the rich girl.

Artsy, backstage theater geek. Thrift store junkie. Suffers endless attempts to fix her up with 'a proper nice young man'. Dates so badly and so very briefly. Planning for F.I.T. in the fall. Bringing all the family of besties to NYC to start a life of fabulousness? Totally on her agenda.

Has more or less given up on changing everyone's mind that she's a not actually a Mean Girl. Haters gonna hate; this is what we have snark, shenanigans, siblings, besties, and smoking behind the gym for. Is actually pretty dang nice, not that anyone would notice, normally, and has a habit of going out of her way for others in a subtle way. The more public displays often amount to out-snobbing the assholes.

Prometheus Award Winner

Died while in the Facility.

"The name Prometheus has always caused me particular annoyance, for my breast still aches from the everlasting beak of the vulture from which Alcides set me free." - GΓ©rard de Nerval

And it Exploded!

Member of the Death by Explosion Club.

"What they might lack in intelligence, they make up for with sheer quantities of high explosive." - Simon Morden

First Story: Isle of Dread

Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals

Everybody happy as the dead come home

Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis

No one move a muscle as the dead come home

Shriekback - Nemesis

Active Character:
Alien Mutation

Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is

matched only by its hostility.

Ash - Alien

Active Character:
Prosperity's Price

All Hell, no handbasket.

"Can't you hurry this up a bit? I hear they eat dinner in Hades at twelve sharp and I don't aim to be late." β€” Black Jack Ketchum

Off Into the Sunset

Survived the events of Prosperity, Nevada,
in Prosperity's Price.

"You're gonna have to hold on tight, because this rodeo
is just getting started." β€” Joya Ryan

Don't Come 'round Here No Mo

Battered, bruised, bloody, and badass.

"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." β€” Howard Tayler

Bad Kitty!

Defeat Barbas, the Lion of the Pit,
on Mythic difficulty!

"Greed has taken the whole universe, and nobody is worried about their soul." β€” Little Richard

Belphagor Banishing

"Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen.
The worst thing is to lose your reason for living."
β€” Jo Nesbo

Roasted Rattler

Leviathan, Queen of Envy, Serpent of the
Lake of Fire... back to the kiddie pool!

"To all apparent beauties blind, each blemish strikes
an envious mind." β€” Benjamin Franklin

Rise From Your Grave

Died in this story -- at least once -- and lived to tell the tale. Sometimes, they come back.

"Just, in future, an 'I'm-not-going-to-get-myself-killed' note would be appreciated." β€” Joss Stirling


It's so hard to be careful, so easy to be led

Somewhere beyond the pavement

You'll find the living dead.

Dancin' at the Zombie Zoo

Tom Petty - Zombie Zoo

Darwin Award Winner

Well, that was stupid.

"Only two things are infinite -- the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the Universe." -Albert Einstein

Active Character: Slasher

You're dyin' and you're screamin' inside

Oh you're guilty way before you been tried

It's crazy but you're diggin' it

Aerosmith - Young Lust

(Coming soon.)

Notably, the handwriting changes between intervals in the Facility. In each instance, The Visionary's handwriting remains the same as that of the life she lived in the previous encounter.

Dahlia Adams
Angeline Moreau
Danica Durant-Knight
Nyka DiMercurio
Desdemona Marchant

Apples to Cider
(2019-10-28 β€’ The Facility - Parlor) The Gambler gets several others to play Apples to Apples with her while the others reminisce about past lives and explain bits of facility history.
Cast  β€’   The Competitor  β€’  The Gambler  β€’  The Beast  β€’  The Addict  β€’  The Explorer  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Optimist  β€’  The Martyr  β€’  The Penitent  β€’
Lost and Found
(2019-10-27 β€’ The Facility - Parlor) Some are lost, some are found. Absent faces make a welcome return. Dynamics evolve unexpectedly.
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’  The Optimist  β€’  The Explorer  β€’  The Crusader  β€’
Light at the End of the Tunnel
(2019-07-26 β€’ Dispensary, Hall, and the Bon-Vivant's Room) A woman BV expected is gone, but the woman he didn't is here. The meeting's unexpected but the results are, perhaps, predictable.
Cast  β€’   The Bon-Vivant  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
The Simple Sorcery Of A Name
(2019-07-25 β€’ The Parlour) "A name can't begin to encompass the sum of all her parts. But that's the magic of names, isn't it? That the complex, contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in another mind through the simple sorcery of a name." -Charles de Lint, Dreams Underfoot
Cast  β€’   The Confidant  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Penitent  β€’
Back to Basics
(2019-07-24 β€’ The Visionary's Room) Rafe and Cass catch up in the wake of Project Icarus.
Cast  β€’   The Fool  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
I Don't Think We're in College Any More
(2019-07-24 β€’ The Visionary's Room) The Visionary wakes for the sixth time in the Facility, with a new face. Again.
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’
Identity Crisis
(2019-05-15 β€’ The Visionary's Room) The Visionary wakes with a new face and new uncertainties.
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’
Not George Michael
(2019-03-10 β€’ Parlor) Another gathering in the parlor. Among the topics discussed are movies, music, and whatever happened to our 80s icons.
Cast  β€’   The Addict  β€’  The Competitor  β€’  The Thrill-Seeker  β€’  The Crusader  β€’  The Martyr  β€’  The Creepshow  β€’  The Optimist  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Fool  β€’
Life Death and In Between
(2019-03-07 β€’ The Facility - Parlor) A small group gathers in the parlor to chat about life and death.
Cast  β€’   The Creepshow  β€’  The Fool  β€’  The Martyr  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
Glass for The Fool
(2019-03-05 β€’ The Facility - Parlor) A gathering in the parlour, and sudden violence!
Cast  β€’   The Fool  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Addict  β€’  The Coward  β€’  The Caregiver  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’  The Penitent  β€’  The Martyr  β€’  The Creepshow  β€’
Love for Sale
(2019-03-04 β€’ Parlor) Things get real to the music of 1930's biggest hits.
Cast  β€’   The Optimist  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Martyr  β€’  The Creepshow  β€’  The Competitor  β€’
Blanket Fort Starbucks
(2018-12-23 β€’ The Visionary's Room) Sometimes it's best to shut the world out through simple means -- but sometimes, even that doesn't do the trick entirely.
Cast  β€’   The Fool  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
Sister's Reunion
(2018-12-23 β€’ The Facility - Parlor) Three once-Hargreave sisters find each other again. Others join for yet another conversation about the nature of the reality in the Facility. Also, a discussion on having a get together to celebrate a missed Christmas.
Cast  β€’   The Penitent  β€’  The Explorer  β€’  The Confidant  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Fool  β€’  The Addict  β€’  The Artist  β€’  The Bravo  β€’  The Deviant  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’
Love is the Back End of a Black Hole
(2018-12-18 β€’ Anywhere Room, as Twin Star Observatory, on the Noc) "So if I learned how to love, I think it was from a robot," she says, still choking on the words, trying not to sob or laugh as though she can't decide which is more appropriate. "And I don't think that's the way it's supposed to work, really."
Cast  β€’   The Crusader  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
(2018-12-18 β€’ The Visionary's Room + Anywhere Room) "Because Isaac wasn't my hero. You are." "That's going straight to the ego, you know that, right?"
Cast  β€’   The Fool  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
Collisions (I)
(2018-12-17 β€’ The Facility - Parlor) Lots of awkward reunions and explanations ensue as the survivors filter out into the Facility. (Part I)
Cast  β€’   The Beast  β€’  The Confidant  β€’  The Crusader  β€’  The Deviant  β€’  The Healer  β€’  The Judge  β€’  The Penitent  β€’  The Rogue  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
Back from the Bayou
(2018-12-16 β€’ The Visionary's Room) The Visionary wakes for the third time in the Facility, and it's still just like college.
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’
Bloody Morning
(2018-10-12 β€’ The Parlor) A gathering of archetypes in the Facility parlor leads to more questions than answers, as ever.
Cast  β€’   The Pedagogue  β€’  The Explorer  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Hunter  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’  The Defender  β€’  The Fool  β€’
Hiding in Plain Sight
(2018-10-05 β€’ The Visionary's Room) The room from hell isn't entirely what it seems. Sometimes, for the better.
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’
Too Many Faces
(2018-10-04 β€’ The Facility - Hall of Doors) Familiar, and yet not: the cost of too many clones.
Cast  β€’   The Fool  β€’  The Visionary  β€’
We Are What We're Not
(2018-10-04 β€’ The Facility - Parlor) The mysterious doors are discussed.
Cast  β€’   The Hunter  β€’  The Defender  β€’  The Competitor  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’  The Penitent  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Creepshow  β€’
This is Just Like College...
(2018-10-02 β€’ The Facility - The Visionary's Room) The Visionary wakes from her stint as something not at all human.
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’
The Survivors Arrive at the Facility
(2018-08-01 β€’ The Facility Parlor) Many new Archetypes appear in the Facility, those of the survivors, thus stirring up confusion on whether they are all dead or alive or what.
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’  The Perfectionist  β€’  The Loner  β€’  The Confidant  β€’  The Hunter  β€’  The Survivor  β€’  The Beast  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’  The Healer  β€’  The Judge  β€’  The Heretic  β€’  The Avant-Garde  β€’  The Creepshow  β€’
Disaster Area
(2018-07-21 β€’ The Facility Lounge/Hallway) The Archetypes make a mess of the place as they try to figure out the secrets of the Facility
Cast  β€’   The Visionary  β€’  The Penitent  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’  The Hunter  β€’
Trying to Piece Thing Together
(2018-07-20 β€’ The Facility Lounge) Several Archetypes try to better piece together what is going on. An unfamiliar face joins the group.
Cast  β€’   The Penitent  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  The Idealist  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’  The Hunter  β€’  The Rebel  β€’
Through the Looking Glass
(2018-03-05 β€’ Anywhere Rooms - 2010 Clinic, Houston, Texas (Isle of Dread Reality)) The crowd plows through the doors, and everything changes.
Cast  β€’   The Addict  β€’  The Capitalist  β€’  The Fool  β€’  The Martyr  β€’  The Penitent  β€’  The Visionary  β€’  Heather Marks  β€’

Songs that, if she knew them, would reflect how the Visionary sees her other selves from the perspective of the Facility.

Dahlia Adams

Little Bird - Annie Lennox

But mamma, I feel so low

Mamma, where do I go?

Mamma, what do I know?

Mamma, we reap what we sow

They always said that you knew best

But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now

I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed

So I've just got to put these wings to test

We Are All Made of Stars - Moby

Growing in numbers

Growing in speed

Can't fight the future

Can't fight what I see

People they come together

People they fall apart

No one can stop us now

'Cause we are all made of stars


Human - The Killers

I did my best to notice

When the call came down the line

Up to the platform of surrender

I was broad but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous

When I see an open door

Close your eyes

Clear your heart

Cut the cord

Are we human?

Or are we dancer?

My sign is vital

My hands are cold

And I'm on my knees

Looking for the answer

Are we human?

Or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue

Send my condolences to good

Give my regards to soul and romance

They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion

You taught me everything I know

Wave goodbye

Wish me well

You got to let me go

Yellow Flicker Beat - Lorde

I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm

And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold

My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones

It keeps my veins hot, the fires find a home in me

I move through town, I'm quiet like a fire

And my necklace is a rope, I tie it and untie it

And our people talk to me, but nothing ever hits

So people talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes

I'm going in

This is the start of how it all ever ends

They used to shout my name, now they whisper it

I'm speeding up and this is the

Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

We rip the start, the colors disappear

I never watch the stars there's so much down here

So I just try to keep up with them

Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

Angeline Moreau

Everything in it's Own Time

Remember everything I told you

Keep it in your heart like a stone

And when the winds have blown things round and back again

What was once your pain will be your home

All around the table the white haired men have gathered

Spilling their sons' blood like table wine

Remember everything I told you

Everything in its own time

The music whispers you in urgency

Hold fast to that languageless connection

A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen

Dangling from inside the fifth direction

Boys around the table mapping out their strategies

Kings of mountains one day dust

A lesson learned, a loving God, and things in their own time

In nothing more do I trust

But we own nothing, nothing is ours

Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars

But this poverty is our greatest gift

The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift

Remember everything I told you

Keep it in your heart like a stone

And when the winds have blown things round and back again

What was once your pain will be your home

Everything in its own time

After the Storm - Mumford and Sons

And after the storm,

I run and run as the rains come

And I look up, I look up,

On my knees and out of luck,

I look up.

Night has always pushed up day

You must know life to see decay

But I won't rot, I won't rot

Not this mind and not this heart,

I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand

And we stood tall,

And remembered our own land,

What we lived for.

But there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew

I saw exactly what was true

But oh no more.

That's why I hold,

That's why I hold with all I have.

That's why I hold.

I won't die alone and be left there.

Well I guess I'll just go home,

Oh God knows where.

Because death is just so full and man so small.

Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

Smile - Mikki Ekko

We're trying so hard to get it all right

But only feel lonely at the end of the night

I wanna be somewhere away from this place

Yeah, somewhere just a little closer to grace

I'll smile, the worst is yet to come

We'll be lucky if we ever see the sun

Got nowhere to go, we could be here for a while

But the future is forgiven, so smile